I don't even remember writing this, to be completely honest with you... Holy crap, it's been so long since I wrote it. So, sorry, guys. No warnings or anything, 'cause I don't know what's here. Also, forgive any errors or just plain suckiness. Like I said, I don't even remember writing this...
I don't own Pendragon. And I don't wish I did, to be honest, 'cause even more people would hate it. But The Soliders of Halla is coming out next month! Yay!!
So, um, yeah. Happy reading? I hope you semi-enjoy the latest chapter of "The Truth"... sorry it took so long... read and review, please, but if you don't as punishment to me, that's okay, too... Chapter nine will be up soon, I mean it this time...
And then he kissed me. Saint Dane kissed me.
Like the rest of him, his lips were cold. They felt good in the heat. And his kiss was nothing like Courtney's, or the kiss I almost gave Loor. But, I have to admit... strangely, I enjoyed it. It was the longest two minutes I had ever spent... if they measured time on Ibara in minutes, anyway.
When he pulled away, I felt almost… empty.
I wanted... more.
"Will you join me, Pendragon?" he asked me for what had to have been the millionth time.
"Why should I?" I answered. "I mean, I can see some benefits…" Wait, was I actually considering joining my enemy? Saint Dane? The guy who killed my Uncle Press and thousands of other people? "But why do you do this? Why are you against the Travelers?"
"That is a fair question, Pendragon," he said. He got up and sat across from me. "Very well. I shall tell you."
It turns out Saint Dane used to be a Traveler. Can you believe that? And even more unbelievable: he used to be my Uncle Press's best friend. Before he went over to the dark side and all that.
The next few pages are what he told me, with all the details and everything. I don't know if you guys want to read it. I had been wondering about it for a while, but I don't know if you guys have.
Like, why would you guys care about Saint Dane, right?
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Mark looked up over the pages at Courtney. "Do you want to read it?" He was interested in Saint Dane's motives for being evil, but he didn't want to read it if Courtney wasn't ready to hear it. She wasn't taking any of the news well. He didn't blame her.
"Later," she muttered from her place on the floor. "Skip to the end of it."
Mark skimmed through the next few pages to find the end of it, muttering every tenth word or so as he did. "Here..." He began reading the journal again. "So, anyway..."
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So, anyway... by the time he finished, it was dark. Not totally dark, but getting dark. Like, right after sunset in the summer, when it's not really dark but you say it's dark.
I was able to move now. I had become un-paralyzed a while back. Maybe the quig-bees had done something to my brain, but I didn't run. I didn't even try to leave. I stayed.
And now that he told me, it kinda made sense. I could see where he was coming from, kinda, anyway.
Ibara is kinda like a resort-territory. It's this peaceful little island. The people here live in harmony. It's almost like Third Earth, gone Castaway. There was this Traveler from Ibara, this guy called Raban. He came from this paradise, and he saw all the bad things in the other territories. It made him crazy. He came up with this idea to take over Halla and make all the territories one.
Sounds familiar, doesn't it?
He killed all the other Travelers except one, because he knew they wouldn't like the idea of the territories merging, and he started calling himself "Saint Raban" because he thought he was the savior of Halla, or something like that. Anyway, this last Traveler that he didn't kill was the one from Second Earth. She raised my Uncle Press and taught him about being a Traveler. She also taught the Traveler from First Earth, this girl named Rosalita, and the Traveler from Third Earth, Dane.
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